Six months in bangkok

Greetings from the future! 14 hours in the future to be precise - and if your future is anything like my present - when you catch up that is - I can give you one insight: it's friggin hot here!! The moment I stepped out of that air-conditioned airport terminal and hit the sultry air of Thailand, I walked into a wall of water. Now I've yet to determine if that wall was standing waiting for me, or if my sweat was that instantaneous, but one thing is for sure: it has persisted for the last week and a half.
So with the future/heat disclaimer out of the way: here I am!!! It's still quite unbelievable. Reality hasn't set in and I suspect it won't for quite a while(probably near the tale end of my trip). Walking down the streets feels like a waking dream(a wet dream perhaps).
Bangkok is a frenentic city driven by Tuk Tuks and madness( a tuk tuk is an overpriced three wheeled taxi. Madness is what the driver possess. A routine stroll down any city street involves dodging sidwalk driving motorcycles(somwtimes with entire familes on the back); is flanked by street venders every 4 or 5 paces selling whole skewerd fish, fried bugs, and other qusi eatable foods; is completed by a 7-11 at the end of nearly every block(the thai LOVR their 7-11s. It's like the thai starbucks I guess: one on everyblock; oh and did I mention it's hot as balls!
So far I'm still trying to figure out my place in this chaos. the language barrier is not easy. Simple requests are pretty easily mimed, but how do I mime the directions to a cab driver when I can't even pronounce the address? It's tough, but the excitement of experiencing something so wholly new every time I walk outside a door is still a lingering electricity. How long that will last is questionable. I'm still waiting for my homesick-induced nervous breakdown to set in. But until that moment comes I'll still walk down these streets with determination and reckless abandon (and a cold ass drink).

Be well all. Pictures to come.